Hell bound, we said lead. We followed blindly straight into hell. Hell bound, we said lead (Thanks to Tyler for these lyrics)
never know, make no mistakes about it I let it goooooooo! (This beautiful moment in music!) And don't get too close, make no mistakes about it I let
I'm trying to punch you dead in your face We bless with da deal cause we're the best in the field Bleach Brothers true white trash you can wrestle it
ass, I pity your class 'Cause you come out with a blast But you're trash, so you really don't last They not hot, all they do is talk a lot That's not
stay." i-told-you-sos-attack. was it fate or dumb mistakes that made things like they are? and did she have a choice. ragged shoes on wet cement, she talking
not good enough not strong enough little girl somewhere in my mind under the covers cause she too scared of everything to try anything she talks all that trash
sorrow and pain Cause falling on your ass, is a horrible thang You better listen, I talk too shit too raw explain Better learn from the mistakes, of
own malpractice Everybody talk about their past Like today's mistake is gonna be the last We wanna see behind your mask Like we ain't got our backyard of trash
're the Biggest fool I see You stab me in the back with your pack of lies, lame excuses, alibis Last week's trash is yesterday's news; talk is cheap
his momma dome. Heres a little story bout a boy that hit licks Dope man, dope man, gimme all the bricks Zone 6 niggas are always hard. Don talk that trash
m not the only misfit posting,blogging,hating with no reason to submit Regardless of what you've read, I've got no crime to commit YOUR FICTION TRASH TALKING
name I'm a kick this off just like a football game I'm stepping out with my mic in my right hand Bagging up rappers and throwing their rhymes in the trash
the pieces inside trash bags So she'll be wreaking like a fags ass With flesh covered in leeches And throw the bags away In various trash bins in different
fix is in I'm going where I don't belong Sweet nothing is a something in me Sweet nothing is a something in me Sweet nothing, pretty nothing When you go talking trash
'Cause labels are stable in this big world Talking 'bout sex, you're a boy or a girl Talking 'bout a kind you're a jerk or the jerker Talking economics
to say only saw you once a fortnight at of all of them you had to choose that day to Bible bash evangelising in the street looking like a tramp who collected trash
